Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is my first story here on the site! I'm hoping that is the first in a series of Doctor Who related works.
Just a quick note: This story is AU. I'm creating my own story set in the Doctor Who universe. I'll be changing some aspects of the series which will be made noticeable as the story progresses.
I've laid out some important things you should know before reading the story below:
This story will be written with the 11th Doctor in mind.
Most events in the Doctor's past have taken place, although some things will be changed to fit the story.
There might be a few personality changes here and there because I'm not 100% sure that I'll be able to match the personalities of the characters perfectly.
All reviews are welcome and encouraged! Here we go!
Prologue
It was still chasing her.
Noreen Vargas had been running as fast as she could for at least ten minutes now, and it was still right behind her.
She was too afraid to look back, so she didn't actually see it following her, but she could feel it. It was the feeling of absolute fear and despair. It was the worst thing she had ever felt in her entire life.
She was running out of time, and fast. She needed to find a place to hide or… well, she didn't know what would happen to her, but she had a feeling it wouldn't be good.
Noreen found herself in front of the Callaway house just outside of London. It's been abandoned since the 60's. Perfect place to hide.
She ran up to the front door and tried the handle. Yes! It opened!
She rushed into the house, closing the door behind herself. She could feel the creature getting closer.
She locked the deadbolt and started looking around the first floor for a place to hide.
She could hear the creature trying to open the front door. Panic started to set in.
There was no good place to hide down there. She ran for the stairs just as the creature knocked down the front door.
The creature was coming towards her.
She made her way up the stairs and into one of the bedrooms, where an old, rotting mattress still laid on its box spring.
She had no choice. She quickly got on all fours and crawled under the bed, where she held her hands over her mouth to keep herself as silent as possible.
The creature was getting closer. She could hear it. She could feel it.
She closed her eyes. She knew there was no way she was getting out of this alive.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped just outside of the bedroom. The creature's breathing was deep and menacing. It was almost a growl.
Then, as suddenly as it appeared, is shuffled away. Defeated.
Yes! It hadn't found her! She had gotten away!
She continued to stay frozen under the bed until she couldn't hear the creature's deep breathing any longer.
It was over; she was safe.
Noreen crawled out from under the bed and dusted herself off. She breathed a sigh of relief. She made her way down the stairs. She didn't know what she should do next.
Should she call the police? No, no. They'd never believe her. Sure, many strange things have happened in the world the past couple of years, but they'd probably just lock her up as a loon. She was the only one who had seen it, after all.
Just as she reached the front door, the creature pounced on her. It had been hiding in the coat closet.
Noreen screamed in fright at the sight of the horrible creature. It looked human, but in the place of its hands, were long, thin tentacles.
The creature inserted the tentacles into Noreen's ears and began to absorb all of her thoughts, feelings, emotions. Every last one.